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i & ^%t I N CHICAGO ONEER. City Paper. goods at merit evei: ADVERTISERS fcnges of advertisements in flTy Pioneer must reach this office by 'clock a. m. in order to insure their earance in the issue of same day. HE citizens of Botnidji are always looking, out for the inter ests of our gfair city but there are some things that arc being overlooked. For instance, the condition of] the lake front. Ex cursions are billed for our city shortly, and to (make a good im pression upon the people who visit hero, would it not be a good plan to clear away the rubbish, logs, etc., that have gathered on the shores of beautiful Lake Be midji, rather than to allow more to collect there, as is being done? RUMOK WHEN has it that Circuit Attorney Joseph W. Folk of St. Louis, Mo., is to assassinated, and the price to be paid is sail to be $5,000. The police so far are satisfied that such" plot ex ists, and that an attempt has been made to carry it into effect. Man who revealed plot is promi nent in St. Louis, and his word considered reliable. the county commission-1 ers started work on the new, court house, it was understood that the citizens of the city should subscribe a sufficient amount of money to purchase a clock for the curj&laZ The clock has not made its appearance as yet. the ice man is fol lowing close in the path of the coal man and is demanding more money for his product as a re sult of the floods'along the Mis souri. The price heretofore paid was $5150 per l,liy() pounds, but now it has swelled to $4. CHICKEN" SANDWICHES in Kan sas City have raised from 10 to 15 cents, with the result that the old price level of 10 cents has been Hooded, and it will be neces sary to build another story to se3 daylight. HE Hoods have devastated parts of Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, and to some extent parts of Illinois, Wisconsin and Minnesota, but they never hit "Big Bemidj" yet! Trouble Averted. WindigSir, I understand you said I was an unmitigated liar. Biffkins You^ have been mis informed. I did not use the word unmitigated. WindigThen I accept your apology, sir. The WayOThey Do It In Boston. The PolicemanSay, son, are you lost? ..ChildNo, sir. I know my whereabouts perfectly, but I presume my father and mother would like to be directed to where I am. HOW NOME WAS NAMED. Insignificant Error Which Deter mined Its Appellation. There is to be a considerable rush for Nome next month, if one may be lieve what one hears among mining men. There is no more sensational ism, but plenty of effort and inten tion. Men are going there who have thought over the situation very seri ously since the wild cn\ze of a few years ago, and they will go prepared for hardships and disappointment How was Nome named? By a man on the Herald, one of the Franklin rescue ships. When tr-e manuscript chart of the Cape Nome region was Constructed attention was called to the fact that the cape had no name by the insertion of this"? name?" The interrogation point was inked in by a draughtsman as a "C," and the "a" in "name" being indistinct he Interpreted is as an "o" hence "C. Nome"Cape Nome." This little ro mance occurred in 1853. What's in a name? Nome.New York Press. wam The Cal! of Freedom. "When freedom calls in thunder tones, Far sea to sea replies. And God the cause of freedom owns And thunders from the skies. The highest law is fiwdom's word, And where her sons have bled Each wind swayed reed becomes a sword To strike oppression dead. Holy her cause, and wiio fights, Contending for a clod Where freedom mourns her ruined rights, A Hero is to God. Frank T... Stanton. Q-OOOOOOOOOOO The doctor had made his last visit for the night and the nursel was left alone with her "jkatienta typhoid fever patient, muscular and raving. He had heen as self-willed in his illness as a spoiled chijd. He had been almost convalescent when, against all warning /-hil the day nurse was chatting v/i'ih the doctor he had staggered from his bed to a basket of fruit on the table and eaten two peaches before he was seen. The result was a relapse into a far more critical condition than he had been at first. Here he lay now, struggling against death itself. She wondered whether he had a sister who was fond of himor a sweetheart?who had been sending him these baskets of fruit. He was breathing regularly in fitful doze. She returned to her chair av leaned forward to look at him with her chin in her hand. Although she was not aware of it he had changed for her from being a "case" he had become a human being with a claim of interest on her, and she frowned at his mutt ring of pain. Poor fellow! Life must have been so full for him of interests, ac tivities, promises, achievements. To have it all end this way, futilely' He had given the college cry on" in a delirium and struggled panting through a football game. And once he hydd been standing on the platform of debate. And another time he had been writing an examination in law. And still another time she thought that she heard him speak Jim's name in the jumble of delirious mutter ings. Jim was to have been a lawyer. Poor Jim! Her eyes filled at that old, tear-stained memory of Jim and her father drowned together in that horrible accident on *he Dela ware. Well, she at least had not been a burden on her mother's small income, and soonas soon as she was graduated from the hospital she would be not only self-supporting but an aid to others. There were two long years of hard work before her yet. She bit her lip. The untiring run and babble of his delirium had been growing louder. She went to him again to calm him with the sound of her voice, and he looked up at her with a smile that seemed almost rational. It was only momentary he called her "Auntie," and began a childish prattle. "I'm not seepy," he said. "I don't want to go to bed, Auntie," and tried to raise his head from the pillow. She took her cue from him. "Yes, you are," she cooed. "Go seepey-bye. Auntie'll tuck you in." She arranged his blankets about his shoulders, pat ting and smoothing them down. "Night-night," he said, contentedly. "Kiss me night-night." She touched his forehead with her finger tips. "Kiss' me," he demanded. "Kiss me a night-night," and struggled to free his arms from the covering. "Ssh," she said, and bent down to him. The linen screen at the foot of the bed hid her from anyone who might pass in the hall. She touched her lips to his forehead. "Night night," she whispered. He looked at her with a childish smile pouting his lips. It hardened slowly into a pursed mouth of per plexity. "Hello, old man," he said, Stood looking down at him. 'Where He closed his eyes on a frown. She was still blushing hotly when his regular breathing showed her that he had fallen into a quiet slum ber. He was sitting in his armchairtaking a sun bath at the window that looked out on the dazzling white of melting snows. His visitors had just left him, at his doctor's orders. He was wait ing for the return of "Nurse Blakely," (with an impatience which he mignt have recognized as longing if hi* (Physical weakness had not disguised affection in him as an irritable lac* of what he wished to have. Sh* came in light-footed. Ho crowed a fefhle "Ah-ha! Did you hear whaU| the doctor said?" "What did lie say?" she arranged the pillows to ease the strain on a weak bade. He was grateful for that and his gratitude shone in his smile. "I'm to be humored, the doctor said I'm to have my own way in everything." "Are you?" she said, avoiding his eyes. "You certainly had your own way about the fruit." He laughed now at the folly that had kept him a happy prisoner in the hospital for the past nine weeks. "That fruit!" he said, "that was the most deliciousthe most. Do you I know-, Nurse Blakely, I thought those i peaches would kill me, but I was dying for somethings to eatand I just took them.'' She did not reply, "A man's a fool when he has a fever isn't he?" he added with apologetic seriousness. "Only then?" she retorted with obstinate flippancy. She was hushing herself about the room. He was watching her every movement with an eye of an invalid tenderness. "Oh, I say," he protest ed, "you don't make any allowance for a fellow being, ill!" She did not answer. She smiled, having warded off the danger which his milder manner had warned her of She seated herself in a chair and tooV up a book which she had put down OP "Nurse," he said, "you're the best frier.d I ever had." the table when his visitors had en tered. "What's that?" he demanded peev ishly. "What are you reading?" "One Hundred Don'ts for Nurses," she read from the cover. "Things we are not to do." "Well, don't worry. Your sins have been all of omission. It's the things you haven't done She smiled serenely at the page. "You mignt read it out at least," he said. "Let me see." She turned the pages. "I think that is probably in cluded in the prohibitions. Don't let others know the secrets of the profes- sion." He clutched the arms of the chair "You're teasing me. Let read that book or I'll get up." She laughed and passed it to him. He begpn to read: "Don't sit in a rocking chair and rock while resting." 'Don't injure the furniture in any way and be careful of all fancy deco rations." He looked about him. "The wreckage has been appalling in this palatial apartment." He read again. "Well, great Eli!" he cried, and looked up at her. "Why, it was you!" "What was?" "Come here, please." She went to him. He pointed with a thin finger at an accusing "Don't kiss your patient." She flusneci under her dainty Swiss cap. "Not even delirious patients?" he inquired. She turned thev back on him from the window. "Not even those who have an illu mination of reason?" he persisted. She could find nothing to say. "Do you know," he said, "I've been puzzled over it ever since. It was just before I fell asleep and woke up in my senses again. At first I thought it was my aunt who brought me up, and then suddenly l\ thought it was an old chum of mine at college. You look very- like him. Why, your names are the same. Was Jim Blakely a relative of yours? He was drowned She turned on him with a cry of brother." "Good Lord," he gasped, and tried to Ptse. He sank back weakly in his chair and sat there staring at her. "What a chump I am," he said at last. "So you're little Marjorie." He remembered Jim's picture of her in his den. "How proud he was of you." The thought, of her position there came to nim in a shameful contrast. "What a brute I've been," he said, "and what an angel you've been here. To let you wait on me hand and foot like that. What a brute. Jim's sis- ter." Her back was to him. She stood looking out of the window. Her hand was within his reach, and he took it. "Do you think," he said, "being Jim's chum, you could" He touched his lips to the palm of her hand"forgive me? Could you?" It was his old teasing tone with a new note of seriousness in it. She tried to free her fingers. "Take care now," he warned, "the doctor said I was to be humored." She laughed and that weakened her defenses. He caught her other hand. "You're a brick, Marjorie," he said. "Let me go," she said sobbing. "I I want to wipe my eyes, you silly." Her tone was itself a surrender. He lay back and smiled with content into her wet eyes.Utica Globe. Prtciie:.. Still the sky was gray and frrim, By the winter's breath congealed Bare and gaunt vfrf bush and limb. Whit* and hleak were moor and field. But beneath thn frozen sod Stirred a host of blossoms, sky, Saying', with triumphant nod: "Soring Is nigh!" Through the grove a rustle crept Neighbor unto neighbor spoke Dryads'who for long had slept In their cells of bark awoke, Felt a subtle, eager thrill, Stretched their arms, by rigor numb, Passed the word o'er vale and hill: "Spring Is come!" "Blind, insensate things!" I thought, "All the wprld is ice and snow Yours a hope too dearly bought, As a few short days will show. Spring, you prate? When deep amid Frost and drift lie leaf and spear!" But, behold, e'en while I chid Spring was here! Edwin L. Sabin, in New England Maga zine. It was dinner time when Jumbo Sam rode up to the Hat Six ranch. Hospi tality is the first law of the cattle country, and Jumbo Sam, who had eaten breakfast seven hours before, was in no mood to transgress it. His saddle creaked as it was relieved of his 200 pounds, and the jaded cow pony shook himself with satisfaction. "Dinner is now ready in the dinin' car," sang out the cook. "Come an' git it while it's hot." In response to the welcome call the crowd of cow punchers filed into the dining room. "Come on, Jumbo," said Rufe Thompson, foreman of the Hat Six. "Better hit the grub trail right now, if you don't want the cook to work over time. Them cow hands is liable to clean off -ithat table as quick as a beaver workin' in a patch o' Iresh wil lows. They ain't got no more manners than one o' yer bears when it sets down to an antelope carcass." Jumbo Sam was a bear hunter by occupation, and the simile was not lost on him. He made a hasty pre tense of scrubbing his bearded face in the water trough at the side of the kitchen, and followed Thompson into the dining room. "Set yere, Jumbo, right acrost from Peg Simmons. You know Peg. At least if you don't you'd orter." Other than an involuntary start, Jumbo Sam gave no sign that he rec ognized Simmons. He took the seat, however, and bent his head so low over his plate that Jack Fulmer, his nearest table companion, said after ward that he thougnt the hunter was about to ask a blessing. This expectation was not realized, for Jumbo Sam, with head still low ered, swept the table with sidelong glances and helped himself liberally to beefsteak, biscuits and potatoes as the food was passed to him. As he had a reputation for conversation of that personal variety known as brag gadocio, his silence was noticeable. His close attention to the business in hand, however, seemed to remove any mysterious cause for this lack of lo quacity. Not once did he refuse to help himself to the contents of the meat platter or pan of biscuits. Had it not been for his peculiar manner during the meal his reticence might have been passed by. without com ment. Not once did he raise his eyes to Peg Simmons. The strange twist of his thick neck suggested rheuma tism, spinal trouble, earache, almost any ill, in fact, which could be con tracted by a man who sometimes tracked a grizzly in fresh snow for two or three days with stopping until he found his game. Peg Simmons on the other hand seldom looked at his plate. His small blue eyes rested almost constantly on the bowed head across the table. He was a little manhardly five feet eight, and his slight frame contrasted sharply with Jumbo Sam's bulky fig ure. Moreover, he was a cripple. One day while trying to head a refractory steer in gopher ground his pony had stepped in a prairie dog hole and thrown him. Simmons' left leg was broken so badly that it had to be "Heerd you been shootin' off yer yawp about Nell," he says, amputated. The surgeon did the job in such bungling fashion that the op eration had to be repeated. When Simmons recovered he came to the Hat Six ranch, where he formerly had been employed. The proprietor gave him money to buy a wooden leg, and in a few weeks Simmons had won the nickname of "Peg," and the reputation of being one of the best cow punchers in the Big Horn basin in spite of his misfortune. No man in the outfit was his superior in roping a steer, nor according to common reportIn hand ling a six-shooter. Jumbo Sam was one or the first to leave the table. Disregarding Rufe Thompson's invitation to stay at the ranch a few days, he mounted his nony, and rode off toward the foot hills. Peg Simmons gave a grim chuckle as tne big hunter disappeared behind a clump of quaking asp trees near the creek and started off toward the corral. "Say, Peg," cried Thompson, "what ever made Jumbo act so queer at din ner? Kept his neck bowed like he'd swallered a dog's hind leg." "Not knowin' I kain't say," replied Peg, with a mysterious twinkle in his blue eyes, and he went out to the corral. "I can tell you about it, Rufe," said Jack Fulmer. "You knowed when Peg was hurt? Yes? Well, they took him down to Rock Creek and the doc what worked on him must have been a green hand frcm a Tongue River saw^ mill, fer he had to do the job over. Peghe -wa'an't afore thatcome mighty nigh goin* over the range. He would, I guess, if it hadn't been fer that gal down to the Mansion House, Cross-Eyed Nell, that waited on table. "Nell, she heerd Sim was about to croak, ah' she give up her job at the hotel to nuss him. She tended him night an' day an' Sim pulls through. When she seen he was out of danger she goes back to the hotel. Jumbo "Say somethin' derned quick, you ornery hoss thief!" hollers Sam. comes into Rock Creek one day with a couple o' bear pelts, f\n' after he sells 'em gees over to the Last Chance saloon an' begins to throw in coffin paint good an' plenty. The barkeep, jest to be a-chinnin', speaks about how Nell nussed Sim. Jumbo is feelin' poorty brash, and he tips an' lows that Nell ain't no better'n she'd orter be, an' reckons as how she don't deserve no heap o' credit. "After Jumbo's gone the barkeep he ups an' tells Sim, who by this time is stumpin' around on a saw-log fastened to his knee. Sim, he didn't say noth in but the boys was fixin' fer a fu neral, fer they knowed Sim wa'an't in the habit o' layin' down his hand as long as he had a white chip. "When Jumbo comes to town Sim meets him in the Last Chance. 'Heerd you been shootin' off yer yawp about Nell,' he says. 'Seemed ,to think it was a brace game she worked while she was nussiu' me, did you?' "'What if I did?' says Jumbo, all bristlin' up like a turkey gobbler in a barnyard. 'Jest this,' says Sim, yankin' out his six. 'You're goin' to git down on yer marrer bones an' beg her pardon. I'll learn you how to savvy a real lady when you see her. March, an' don't make no false motions or I'll turn you over to the coroner.' "It was worth a month's pay to see 'em. Jumbo is as meek as a pinto pony that's been through the fall round-up, an' he tramps off toward the Mansion HOUSJ. Little Sam rollers on behind, stump-stump-stump with that peg leg, all the time holdin' his gun on Jumbo. When they gits to the hotel they finds Cross-Eyed Nell. 'Git down on yer knees,' says Sim. "Jumbo don't crook his legs fast enough, an' Sim give him a wallop with the butt of his gun that lays him on the floor. Then he gits on his knees fast enough. 'Now beg her pardon,' says Sim. "*'I texft know what to say,' whines Jumbo. 'Say somethin' aerned quick, you ornery hoss thief,' hollers Sim. 'If you don't I'll rope you an' hog tie you so tight that yer blood won't cirkilate fer a month. "Then Jumbo mumbles out that he's sorry he every said anything an' won't never say anything no more. Then Sim lets him up. 'Now,' says Sim, 'you've settled with her, but you hain't with me. You git out o' town. If you ever speak to me, if I ever ketch yu lookin* at me out o' the corner o' yer eyes, you'll take six pills so quick you won't know you swallered 'em.' "That's why Jumbo didn't look at Sim to-day. He knowed he hadn't bet ter, for Sim allers keeps his word. C. T. Revere in New York Press. The March of Improvement. The ancient tanner paid an expert high wages to guess at the contents of his hides when sold by measure. To day an unskilled workman hands the irregular-shaped pieces to a little ma chine that looks something like a table with a double top, which, quicker than the mind of the expert could guess it, reckons with exactness the square contents in both the metric and stan dard systems. Portugal Digs Little Coal. Portugal digs less coal than any other European country. Her total product of coal Is only 22,000 tons a year. New South Wales digs yearly just twic6 as much coal as all Spain produces. R. C. BOWMAN IS DEAD. Death Results From Asphyxiation Af ter Being Unconscious for Hours. Minneapolis, June 2. Roland C. Bowman, cartoonist of the Minneapo lis Tribune, died at 2:15 o'clock Sat urday afternoon after being uncon scious for forty-eight hours. Death re sulted from asphyxiation. Mr. Bow man was found overcome by gas in his study at his home at 2 o'clock last Thursday afternoon. During the ab sence of his wife in St. Paul he had hitched a tube to a gas jet in his study and placed the other end in his mouth*. He was sitting in a chair unconscious when his wife returned. Physicians were immediately called and every effort was made to resuscitate him, but he died without having regained full consciousness at any time or hav ing spoken a word. New School Head. Hastings, Minn., June 2. At the meeting of the board of education-' Supt. A. L. McBee of Monticeilo was elected superintendent of the public schools of this city, succeeding J. H.. Lewis, former state superintendent. Drowned in Bad River. Pierre, S. D., June 2.A young man named Gardner was drowned in Bad river, about twenty miles above the mouth, yesterday, while attempting to swim a horse across the stream. He was a new man in the country. Crookston Attorney Dies. Crookston, Minn., June 2. DeFor est Bucklen, one of Crookston's most prominent attorneys, is dead. He was prominent as an attorney. He was a candidate for judge of the Fourteenth district last winter. Early Distribution of Seed. Distribution of flower and vegetable Beeds by the Government will be started Sept. 1, three months earlier than usuai. ^rW^rW W W W WWVW^^fV^ Livery Stable A. M. BAGLEY SUCCESSOR TO J. J. JINKIN'SON New Carriages and Good Horses New and Second Hand Carriages For Sale BEMIDJI MINN. \jk AAAA AAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAf THIRD STREET BOWLING ALLEY. For Week cmline: Tuesday, June 0th, the following prizes will lie offered: HIGH SCORE IN TEN PINS One pair Gold Cuff Buttons Furnished by E. A. Barker. HIGH SCORE IN SEVEN BACK One Negligee Shirt Furnished by i. Meyer & Co. G. WEETMAN, PROPRIETOR. Jay Reynolds Attorney-at-Law. Office: Over Lumbermens Bank Peterson & Hoff, Painters and Decorators. House Painting, Paper Hanging, Graining, Decor-atipg, Etc., Etc. MODERATE PRICES. PAINTS, OILS AND WALL PAPER. .PM]fflflG.[ Decorating Floor Finishing. Granite Floor Finish WALL PAPER and PAINTS W. C. J0J1ES TELEPHONE 20 tOffice Opp. City Boat House.